” Mummy ne haste hue pucha kahe. Dadaji ne kaha, “Kal tum humre sath rahogi aur tum janti hona na hum sone nahi dete hai.”Mummy ne dadaji ko pya... se thapki lagai aur kaha, “Jante hai hum jab tak aapka lund shant nahi hota aap sote nahi.” Dadaji ne kaha kal tum humre liye lal joda pahankar aaogi? Mummy ne kaha nahi. Dadaji ne kaha kahe? Mummy ne kaha. “Hum woh kapda pahinenge toh humko yaad aayega keka sath humra shadi hua hai.”Dadaji ne kaha. “Hum tumka dukh dene ke liye pahanne nahi kahe hai. She stood up. If any modeling agency, film studio, or strip club was lucky enough; they would have paid top dollar to have her working at their place. None were that lucky. Her whole body had the muscle tone of a twelve year old tri-athlete. Covering her was a golden blemish-free skin so smooth that baby’s bums needed Johnson and Johnson’s Extra Strength Moisturizer to keep up with it. Her strong, extra long legs ascended to a perfectly curved ass. Perfect posture supported her. He had set up a base of operations in an abandoned warehouse just south of Metropolis. He was managing to survive by providing plans to some of his less powerful weapons to one of the crime lords of Gotham City. This kept him out of the spotlight while providing enough funds for him to work on his latest project. The Probability Matrix System was based on his theory that for every important decision made, there were two realities. One were the result was adverse to the person, and one where. "God, You're so hot," he whispered, swiping the creamy jewel from the seeping slit with his thumb and sucking on it like a spoiled brat.Once again he gave silent thanks to the impulse which made him check out the on-line dating site where they'd got to know each other. The gizmo that disguised her voice had been a necessary ruse for she had quickly learned that discretion was the better part of valour, especially as she lived less than twenty miles away, and had proved very entertaining that.